Garfield may dislike Mondays, but I hate the date 30th January. I have many reasons for why 30th January is a horrible date.

30th January 1999; My grandfather (from my father’s side) passed away.
30th January 2015; I decided to visit my grandmother (also from my father’s side), only to see an Ambulance outside the house. I rush over and my aunt (draughter of the grandparents and father’s sister) is waiting by the ambulance. She tells me that Gran had fallen in the shower. My gran lost the will to live after that and passed away in September, the same year.
30th January 2024; It was the day of the Funeral of my aunt (the same aunt I just mentioned). I returned home one day, after an enjoyable time at a Furmeet, to news that my aunt had passed away.

Something negative usually seems to happens that affects me and my family on the date 30th January. I am not looking forward for today.